Worry is a seed lodged in a tooth, a splinter that won’t budge, a thumb grazing a sizzling pan. Worry is a wishbone, already cracked. Worry is a candle burning too close to a curtain, a heavy blanket on a warm night. Worry is an ice cold pinch in the belly. Worry is a spider spinning a broken web, an ant with a burden too heavy, marching blindly into a clogged sink. Worry is a wet plaster on a fresh blister. Worry is a smirking nightmare, sitting on the chest, pinning you down. Worry is falling into a shadow, not being able to wake. Worry moves under the skin, serpentine, bloodless. Worry has teeth. Worry is always hungry.
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I am an internationally published writer and poet, originally from Los Angeles, now living in Ireland with my husband, 2 pugs and 2 cats. I am also the author of the full length poetry collection, "Things My Mother Left Behind", and half of the creative force behind "Tiger Lily" an Ekphrastic Collaboration with Jane Cornwell, published by JC Studio Press. I also host the literature podcast, A Thousand Shades of Green.
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March 13, 2024 at 11:26 am
worry is a waste
anxiety manic panic s haste
not too much
a taste is far too often!
March 13, 2024 at 12:30 pm
Yes. But we have to teach ourselves to not worry unnecessarily.
March 13, 2024 at 12:50 pm
We do, Lakshmi. I think it is one of those life long lessons, one we return to again and again.
March 13, 2024 at 12:35 pm
Oh, I feel this so much!❤️
March 13, 2024 at 12:52 pm
I swear as I get older, I am over-thinking to a crazy degree. I was always prone to it, but age has not mellowed me. I both love and don’t love that you relate to this, Lovely Lady!
March 13, 2024 at 3:36 pm
Worry is a flaming hemorrhoid
March 13, 2024 at 6:30 pm
It so fucking is….hahahaha
March 13, 2024 at 6:44 pm
A starving beast.